LiqudSmooth закрыли. У кого нить есть рассказ оттуда?

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Из-за грызни по поводу авторских прав закрыли электронную библиотеку по латексным рассказам. Теперь не могу найти рассказик, хотел его перечитать. Может у кого есть, киньте, пожалуйста.

Суть сюжета вкратце: девушка - детектив лезет в корпус находящегося на отшибе завода, пытаясь разоблачить подпольное производство латексных кукол. Там она обнаруживает конвейер, на котором катаются маникены. Причём катаются по кругу: в начале их моют, потом одевают, потом срезают одежду и одевают в латекс. Соответственно когда катаются маникены, с них срезают латексную одежду (вот варварство!).

Девушка оступается, нога её попадает в зажим. Дальше её раздевают, как маникен моют, при этом с её тела пропадают все волосы. Ещё несколько неловких движений - и её фиксируют по полной программе зажимы штанги, торчащей из конвейера у ней за спиной. Дальше на неё напяливаются резиновые трусы с (как встарь повелось) двумя вставками. Ну, и красочно описывается дальнейшее закатывание в стиле full-cover heavy-rubber. Упаковка в ящик, доставка заказчику. Незатейливо, но забавно.

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Прикольный рассказ. Я бы тоже почитал. А еще бы такую девушку по почте бы получил

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Из-за грызни по поводу авторских прав закрыли электронную библиотеку по латексным рассказам. Теперь не могу найти рассказик, хотел его перечитать. Может у кого есть, киньте, пожалуйста.

Суть сюжета вкратце: девушка - детектив лезет в корпус находящегося на отшибе завода, пытаясь разоблачить подпольное производство латексных кукол. Там она обнаруживает конвейер, на котором катаются маникены. Причём катаются по кругу: в начале их моют, потом одевают, потом срезают одежду и одевают в латекс. Соответственно когда катаются маникены, с них срезают латексную одежду (вот варварство!).

Девушка оступается, нога её попадает в зажим. Дальше её раздевают, как маникен моют, при этом с её тела пропадают все волосы. Ещё несколько неловких движений - и её фиксируют по полной программе зажимы штанги, торчащей из конвейера у ней за спиной. Дальше на неё напяливаются резиновые трусы с (как встарь повелось) двумя вставками. Ну, и красочно описывается дальнейшее закатывание в стиле full-cover heavy-rubber. Упаковка в ящик, доставка заказчику. Незатейливо, но забавно.

Есть такой. На английском. Я его автопереводчиком переводил. Как найду, кину.

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Не знаю, куда тебе кинуть. Вот он.

Gromets Plaza - Latex Stories
The Factory
by Tr_Veller
tr_veller@hotmail.com
© 2001, Tr_Veller - Used by permission.
storycodes: Machine/f; latex; mannequin; packaged; reluct; X
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The Factory
by Tr_Veller
Lisa stood in the darkest corner she could find, looking across the
alleyway at the factory doors shut tightly in front of her. It was an
excellent job she had landed with the private investigation company she
now worked for and she was very happy to get it. Her boss Mrs Bond had
seemed very impressed with her even though she had limited experience of
this line of work, only working in a local paper for a short year while
studying for her degree. "Hardly a hot bed of intrigue and danger." She
thought at the time, but it looked like it was just the sort of thing her
new employer was looking for.
After being asked to sort out the paper work, chase up some late payments
and do the usual donkey work a new starter had to; here she was. Sitting
in the alleyway late at night "more like early in the morning now" she
thought to herself, on her first 'proper' assignment. "I have been
employed by a local contact, who wishes to remain anonymous." Said Mrs
Bond in her usual clipped and formal fashion, "The party in question is
concerned about late night activities occurring at a nearby factory, and
wishes them to be investigated forthwith."
"You will observe the factory in question and attempt to gather as much
information as possible. Do I make myself clear?" said the investigator.
"Yes, I understand" replied Lisa, thinking to herself that she felt like
saying "Yes, miss." Just like when she was at school again! "Well" thought
Lisa, "I'm hardly getting much information out here!" All she has
witnessed so far was a steady stream of lorries passing to and fro. Only 1
an hour on average and the lorries weren't even that big, so there can't
be much going on in there. "Still," thought Lisa, "I'm being paid to find
out, and the money's good, so I better try and get a peak inside."
Feeling glad she has chosen to wear the usual shapeless black sweats that
she habitually wore around the house, she made her way across the
alleyway. Keeping close to the wall, her lithe figure, hidden under the
baggy black clothes made short work of the distance from the entrance of
the alley where she had hidden; to the rear. Here she had seen a hidden
entrance, and she ran to it, her long hair tied in ponytail slapping
gently on her back as she ran. Listening at the door she could hear no
nearby movement and thought it safe to try the handle. Surprised she
found it unlocked and almost fell into the factory beyond!
"What the hell! Don't they have security around here?" She asked herself,
glad of the lucky break though. "At least it's not breaking and entering
if I get caught" she thought. Gathering her wits about she looked around
carefully and realised that she had stepped onto the factory floor itself,
but at the back, behind some large packing crates. She almost had to
cover her ears because of the noise of the place, amazed at how loud it
was, when there was no noise to be heard outside. Making a quick note in
her notepad about the obvious soundproofing in the place, she moved on
past the packing crates to get a better look at the factory she had snuck
into.
"Oh my God! They're people!" she screamed looking out on to production
line for the first time. To her amazed gaze it appeared to be a line of
standing people spaced a long distance apart moving on a conveyor belt!
Realising that a) she had screamed and b) she was now hiding behind
another crate; Lisa looked more closely at the 'people' she could see.
Taking her time now, she realised that the 'people' weren't moving at all,
but appeared to be mannequins, and the production line just some automated
packing device. "Well is that all this is?" Lisa thought to herself in
disgust. "My first assignment, and all it is, is some late night
clothes-store doll factory!"
Considering her options, Lisa realised that her 'school mistress' employer
wouldn't accept her report of her actions to now; and she would have to
find out some more about this place before she left. "Maybe they'll turn
out to be stolen" Lisa thought, "and this place is repackaging them for
dodgy shops" So thinking, she moved closer to the production line, her
curiosity growing as she realised that these dolls were not all they
appeared to be at first (or in her case, second) glance. Noticing that
all the 'dolls' appeared to clothed in a variety of outfits, all made from
some form of black material. Reaching the conveyor belt itself, Lisa
carefully looked around and could see no one at all.
"This is weird. Is the whole place completely automated?" she wondered
"and what the hell are these manne, mane, DOLLS wearing?" Looking closely
at the first doll to come past Lisa was amazed to see that it was
completely dressed in skin tight Latex! "My God, what kind of kinky place
is this?" she said to herself. Lisa had seen Latex clothes before, in
those kinky clothes shops you see and sometimes saw a girl wearing a
mini-dress or a short skirt made from the material at a student party.
She'd always thought her slim figure would suit the skin-tight material,
but had always been too scared to try any on. Too scared and also a
little repulsed at the thought of the tight, clinging material fitting
itself to her natural curves.
Putting aside these thoughts, Lisa took her first close look at the rubber
dressed doll and saw it was wearing a black rubber mini-skirt with a
shockingly tight thick rubber corset, shoulder length opera gloves and
perched on thigh-length, skin tight boots, with an amazingly high 5" heel
on them! The doll itself had on some dark and heavy make up, with a black
bob wig, the overall effect strikingly sexual and challenging at the same
time. "God, how does it stand up? And how do they make a doll to fit in
those clothes?" she asked herself. It was then she realised that it
wasn't only the clothes that were made from rubber... the doll itself
appeared to be made from flesh tone rubber!!
As it moved slowly past her, Lisa still stunned at these revelations,
realised that the doll was not free standing but was held onto the
conveyor by clamps around its' calves. These were fixed firmly onto the
metal based belt itself, with a thick metal rod running up the back to a
neck brace holding the doll erect. Lisa also noticed some smaller rods
running off the main one at intervals up its' full length but could not
fathom a use for them.
At this point Lisa saw the doll moving into a covered area and was amazed
to see cutting blades coming out of the walls of the box and efficiently
remove all the clothing from the doll. Cutting very rapidly into the
garments, peeling away all the layers that covered the doll, the skirt,
the corset, the panties hidden underneath, even the boots without
apparently cutting the doll itself. It was at this point that Lisa saw a
use for at least some of the rods. Two thick shafts levered up under the
dolls armpits, and raised it off the ground, the calf clamps being
released just as the doll was lifted and the boots cut away from the legs.
Lowering the now completely 'naked' doll the calf clamps were quickly
reattached and the doll, still erect moved on; while more arms came out of
the box and swept the discarded clothing to one side. Leaning further
forward, Lisa could see the doll entering a shower area, supposedly to
clean it before being packed. She could see no more, as at this point
another doll came past, almost knocking her onto the metal conveyor belt
herself!
Seeing that she could see no more of the 'production' line from where she
was, and assuming that it simply packed the 'naked' dolls away; Lisa
decided to investigate further back to try and discover where the dolls
came from. Before she moved back though, she realised she could look at
the discarded clothing and went over to the waste bin and looked in. The
bin was, unsurprisingly, full of rubber wear, and cut into strips. Some of
the items though were still relatively intact, and Lisa took some out,
curious at the sensation of them and quickly shocked at what she now
realised she was holding! The panties she saw removed earlier had a huge
rubber dildo and a butt plug built into them!
"What kind of sick perverts are running this show?" Lisa thought, still
holding the partially destroyed panties in her hands. Turning them over
and over, she realised that the thought of wearing these herself didn't
just repulse her, it started to turn her on... "What am I thinking? I
couldn't wear something like these! Could I?" Thinking that she would
need some form of 'evidence' Lisa decided to keep the panties and maybe
show them to her boss to demonstrate what kind of people ran this
'factory'. Packing them into her handbag she quickly moved on, stopping
herself from thinking about what she really wanted to do with them.
Moving up the conveyor belt, past a line of dolls all wearing a bizarre
mixture of apparel: nuns, babies, nurses, maids and schoolgirls; all
wearing rubber and all heavily made up and ready to be stripped by the
knives. Getting to the end of the belt, still not seeing anyone else on
the factory floor Lisa saw where the dolls came into the factory - through
a hatch on the far side of the belt. She saw them lowered by a small crane
mechanism onto the conveyor, and quickly clamped on, with the metal rod
telescoping out of the metal plate the doll now stood on and fixing itself
around the neck of the immobile doll.
Hopping over the conveyor, Lisa tried to get a closer look at the entry
hatch but couldn't see in properly, being too short to see over the bottom
of the hatch. Quickly deciding to jump onto the conveyor to give herself
that extra height to look in, she dropped her handbag on the floor and did
just that. Realising that she was moving away from the entrance slowly
behind the previous doll, she kept her place in front of the hatch by
moving opposite to the conveyor. Just as another doll came out she was
about able to see inside and so intent on discovering as much information
as she could ("You will observe the factory in question and attempt to
gather as much information as possible. Do I make myself clear?" She could
hear the words ringing in her mind) she did not realise that she was
walking on to the plate that the next doll would stand on.
Just as the doll arrived above her, she realised her mistake and tried to
jump out the way. Just as she tried the doll dropped onto her and caused
her to lose her balance! Before her shocked eyes, two clamps shot out of
the plate and one of them clamped itself to her own calf! Staggering off
balance, her left leg fixed to the belt, she put her right foot down
directly onto where the other clamp was just opening again, it quickly
snapped shut around her mid-calf effectively immobilising her on the
conveyor belt. "Christ Almighty! What the hell is happening?!" She
screamed. "I'm no frigging doll! Let me go, you stupid machine!"
Lisa quickly leant forward to wrestle with the clamps just as the doll
destined for this position fell off the belt and landed on the floor just
where she wanted to be right now! As she futilely tugged at the firmly
attached clamps Lisa wasn't aware of the thick metal rod telescoping up
behind her, the neck loop at the top lying open and ready, so intent on
escaping this ridiculous prison. "Let me go! Let me go! Goddamn' you! Will
you let me go!" She pounded at the clamps on her legs each fixed by two
short lengths of metal to the floor. She couldn't so much as move an inch,
and she had to soon! She didn't relish the possibility of facing those
knives just ahead!
Standing upright to relieve the pain in her back, Lisa made her second
mistake of the night and found this out just as the clamp fixed itself
about her neck. Almost choking in shock, Lisa realised that she was now
completely immobile only able to move her arms. Feeling the clamp, she
found that it had attached itself high on her neck; above the collar line
of her sweat top and so high it forced her to stare straight ahead, only
able to move her head from side to side. Even that she soon discovered
hurt like hell as the collar dug into her neck whenever she moved her
head. "Well, this is a hell of a turn up for the books!" She said to
herself, "I really had better get some help now. Breaking in or not, I'm
not going to end up naked in this place!"
"HELP! Someone HELP!!" Hey!! Is there anyone there?!? Get me off this
thing and quick!" Shouting for all she was worth, Lisa came to the
sinking realisation that even if there was someone in here, they wouldn't
be able to hear her for all the racket the machines were making! Looking
just ahead of herself, Lisa saw the doll in front moving into the first
box she saw earlier, the one with the knives in. Just as before, she saw
the knives quickly divest the doll of all its' clothes, this time a
full-length catsuit, just as easily as all the ones before. Only this
time, the next 'doll' was her and the clothes were her own!
"Nooooooo!!" she screamed as loud as she could, hoping against all hope
that someone would hear her and stop this happening to her. It was no
good, inexorably she moved into the first box, the knives coming out and
cutting into her clothes. The sound of her sweats being ripped from her
and the terror of the knives brushing against her skin paralysed her in
shock. She stood completely immobile as the knives ran a blunt edge
against her legs and hips, cutting her panties from her, another running
up her (thankfully) flat stomach and between her pert breasts, cutting her
bra from her and continuing up. Now it cut into the cheap gold necklace
she wore; it was a present from her ex-boyfriend, and she wasn't truly
sorry to see it go. Looking down she saw that the two rings she wore on
her fingers had been removed. The tug at her head showed that the hair
band that she tied her long hair back with was pulled out, her long auburn
locks tumbling down her back - ironically the only part of her now free.
Being scared out her wits by the close brush with death (as she saw it),
she barely felt the two rods lifting her off the belt; and the two clamps
on her legs being released while her running shoes and socks were also cut
from her immobile body. Just as her feet touched the cold metal plate, the
shock of contact woke her from her terror, but too late as the clamps
again encircled her calves and she was once again trapped on the conveyor.
Only now, she was naked; and her beautiful, slim and athletic figure. The
figure that she had been so proud of, the one that even her female
employer had openly admired when they first met, was exposed for all to
see and she could do nothing about it!
Looking around in this new area for the first time, Lisa realised that
there were still no people around anywhere. "It really must be completely
automated," she thought, "but why?" Moving on, Lisa now approached the
shower box she had glimpsed earlier. "Oh, well" she thought, "it can't be
any worse than those knives." Shuddering at the memory of the knives,
Lisa braced herself for a shower in the water. As it hit her legs first,
she felt an immediate tingling sensation on her skin as the chemicals she
was being sprayed with started to work on contact. Shocked by this
further revelation Lisa slammed her eyelids shut just as the spray hit her
face. For what seemed an age the chemical spray washed over her body and
sluiced off into the channels on either side, finally when it stopped Lisa
opened her eyes to a sight that almost reduced her to tears.
Her hair, her long and beautiful hair now lay in clumps on the floor, the
chemicals were a powerful cleaning agent! They washed all materials off
the doll's bodies and this included all the hair on them! She now truly
stood naked; her gleaming skull and smooth skin testament to the
effectiveness of the chemicals that prepared the dolls for the next stage.
Sobbing softly to herself, Lisa felt over her body and realised that she
really had lost all her hair. Her head was completely smooth, even her
eyebrows and eyelashes had been removed. Feeling further down Lisa felt
in front of her vagina and realised that she was bald there as well!
Every single hair, every piece of dirt no matter where had been washed
from her, and then the chemicals rinsed in a torrent of water, leaving her
clean, pure and smooth. "My God, what is all this in aid of? What have
they done to me? What is going to happen to me now?" She asked to a noisy
and uncaring factory.
Looking ahead she could see the first doll moving into another boxed area,
but unlike the earlier ones, this was not enclosed, but consisted of an
open cage, with a small crane moving above it. As she watched Lisa was
horrified to see a complete skull shaped helmet drop onto the head of the
doll in front. It stayed there for the entire time it took the doll to
pass through the cage, when it raised, Lisa could see no obvious changes,
but then she could only see it from the back. Too soon it was her turn for
the treatment, and as she looked on in horror, the helmet was lowered over
her head. Completely unable to move and stop it from happening, she felt
the helmet stop and lock onto the collar she wore. It very quickly became
apparent what the helmet was for as she felt soft implements applying
make-up to her face. A thick soft bar was pushed into her mouth and her
jaw held tightly fixed by its' base as foundation and blusher were applied
to her face, then a thick coating of lipstick to her lips. Mascara and
eye shadow followed, Lisa too scared of being stabbed by the implements
and blinded, didn't move a muscle and was quickly transformed from clean
faced woman into a beautifully made up doll, still completely bald, but
her face made to look more sensual than it had ever before!
Not aware of the transformation occurring to her, Lisa was only glad to be
able to see and breathe properly again. She wasn't able to see the
glistening trails on the top of her bald skull; but soon felt them though.
Just as she was about to leave this caged area a short bobbed wig was
carefully placed onto her skull by two robot arms and smoothed into place.
The glue on her head now becoming apparent as the wig slid smoothly into
place and fixed itself permanently to her head. Screaming in shock once
again, Lisa's hands shot to her head and tried to pull the wig from her,
but the impact adhesive had done its' job well and the wig was now as
permanent as her late lamented locks. "Please HELP ME!!!" she screamed
again and again "Stop this!! I'm not a doll! Please! I'm NOT a doll!!
Don't do this to me, please" she almost sobbed.
As she moved further down the conveyor she looked ahead and saw the next
stage of the transformation process - this time it was a very large and
completely enclosed box. One without that seemed to have no exit. The
site of this stopped Lisa shouting and she looked around again, desperate
for someone to help her. Just now she passed in front of a large metal
plate on the wall and was able to see herself for the first time...
She looked across and saw a smooth naked doll looking back at her; it's
beautifully made up face a picture of pure sexual power, the thick red
pouting lips inviting a man to kiss them. The incredibly dark and sensual
eyes making the face a mystery that had to be explored. The cheeks
apparently curved and shaped to make the whole seem so perfect. The short
black bob hairstyle with its' fringe giving the doll a sexual strength she
had never seen in a woman; but that woman, or rather that DOLL, was her!
As she watched, the doll reached up and touched its' face, running its'
fingers over the inhumanly beautiful features, then running its' fingers
through the short black hair. She stopped in shock and realised it was her
own hand reaching up and touching her own face, her own hair! She looked
at the doll's curves, so smooth with no hair anywhere, looking at it
poised and naked, she knew she had to escape and soon - this doll she
could see, it was no doll, it was her! "Please help me... please..." she
sobbed softly to herself and looked at the doll in the mirror looking
sadly back at her, it's striking features marred by the fear that showed
through.
Slowly, helplessly moving on, she entered the dark forbidding box and felt
herself moved off to one side of the belt, into a cubicle where she stood
waiting for what came next. She didn't have long to wait, soft pads
enveloped her body from the neck down and a soft flesh toned powder was
applied to her all over. Hearing stories of how to dress in tight Latex
she guessed what was to come next. She felt two rods raising her arms and
feeling defeated she let them be lifted. Looking to her left she saw a
long black latex glove being manoeuvred onto her hand by two robot arms.
She opened her fingers knowing it was useless to resist the automated
machine and saw the glove being pushed onto her hand, then rolled up her
arm, finishing just under her arm pit, her entire arm now coated in this
cold tight second skin. She looked to her right and saw that arm similarly
covered, and now both her arms were held horizontal as a thick latex
corset was wrapped around her waist.
The corset was truly a work of art, tightly boned and smooth as only latex
can be, no imperfections marred its' lines and the seams were non
existent. It suggested a figure woman can only dream of and the half cups
bust line only men could imagine! It almost appeared to be made from a
single sheet of triple thick latex. So perfect was it, that the edges just
seemed to flow into her skin as it was fitted to her and it fitted her
curves exactly. At least it fitted at first, because as she stood there
held immobile by the machine, she felt a thick thread being worked through
the hooks in the back of the corset. The robot arms following their
programmed course, tied her into the rubber prison of the corset and
started to draw it closed. Her arms now released she was still unable to
stop what was being done to her.
Realising what was about to happen no matter what she tried to do, Lisa
breathed in deeply and felt her waistline shrinking and at the same time
saw her bust apparently growing before her eyes.... Tighter and tighter
the corset was tied, the robot arms straining at the pressure of forcing
this new figure on her. Finally just as she thought she could take no
more, she felt and heard the click-click-click as the locks on the back
were fixed into place, locking her into this new body. Completely unable
to bend due to the thickness of her prison, Lisa looked over her new
figure. She now had an amazing 19" waistline and breasts that gave her the
deepest cleavage she could imagine, the nipples erect from the sheer
pressure. Lisa felt her rubber prison and was shocked to realise that she
enjoyed the sensation of the now warm and flowing skin she now wore.
Looking at it closely she saw that because of the pressure on her own body
it simply flowed from the latex into her, almost as if they were one and
the same...
Her contemplation of the corset was soon interrupted by the next stage of
her transformation as she felt herself lifted from the floor and the calf
clamps being released. She could still not escape though, as robot arms
now held her legs in preparation for the rubber stockings complete with
rubber feet she could now see being rolled up her feet and onto her legs.
The stockings were shaped to enhance the curve of her already stunning
legs and she could feel them tightly clinging to every part of her legs as
they were applied, reaching all the way up to just below her crotch. They
were so tight they needed no support and clamped themselves to her so
completely she doubted she could ever remove them without the aid of those
knives!
Looking down again, her defeated attitude changed rapidly as she saw what
was being manoeuvred up her rubber clad legs towards her crotch!! Panties
just like she had seen before, with the huge rubber dildo and butt plug
fitted and now she was being made to accept them! "Argh, Christ! No!
Nooooo..... Oh God, Oh God...OH, Oh my GOD!" Lisa squirmed and screamed as
the dildo and butt plug was forced mercilessly into her by the unstoppable
robot arms! She couldn't believe the sensation of how it felt to be
forced to wear this thing and the way the intruders were pushed into her,
filling her so completely.
As she squirmed and the robot arms pulled the panties tight over her pert
buttocks and around her waist she felt an increasing excitement in her
crotch and realised she was wet from the sensation of the massive rubber
intruders within her!! She hung there fixed into the cubicle, a rubber
doll squirming and pushing at both the implements inside it. It soon felt
itself building to a rapid climax... Groaning in excitement Lisa came in a
shuddering series of orgasms, each one racking her body and sending wave
after wave of excitement through her, she felt herself growing faint from
the incredible pleasure of the wonderful doll clothes she was being made
to wear. Finally spent, she realised only a few short moments had past and
she was still trapped within her prison, slowly being transformed into a
Rubber Doll by an uncaring machine, her excitement at the changes
occurring within her not noticed by the robots bringing about those
changes. Almost completely covered now she couldn't imagine what was to
come next.
She didn't have long to wait again, and as she was kept hanging above the
ground a pair of the longest, tightest boots she had ever seen were pulled
onto her rubber legs by the robot arms. They came all the way to the top
of her legs again, completely covering the rubber stockings she wore and
putting her into another coating of the wonderful material. Zipped shut by
the robots and sealed over at the back, the boots fitted her legs like
another skin and no imperfections marred their shiny finish from the
incredible 6" spiked heels to the smooth seam at the top where it flowed
into her rubber coated leg. Still held above the ground Lisa hung like a
rubber mannequin, her entire body from her exposed breasts down to her
pointed 6" heeled boots, covered in the smooth black finish of the finest
high gloss latex. She was helpless, terrified and excited at what was to
come next... As she looked she saw the next layer of Latex approach, held
between two robot arms.
A long and flowing black rubber dress was pulled up her legs and another
pair of robot arms forced her arms into the long sleeves. The dress was
pulled up to her neck and Lisa realised that this was a hobble dress, her
legs forced together by the restrictive material of the smooth black
skirt. Now completely immobile again, Lisa felt the zip at the back of the
dress being pulled up and felt the metal collar she wore being removed
from her neck just as the zip sealed her into the dress. She felt another
arm running up her back and rightly guessed that some sort of seal was
being applied over the zip so as to not spoil her smooth dolls finish. As
the dress was sealed onto her Lisa realised that her hands were covered in
another partial layer of latex, the sleeves looped over her fingers,
sealing the gloves inside and again leaving no hint of where the doll
ended and the rubber began.
The collar of the dress she was encased in was high and restrictive but
not as much as the metal ring and she now able to look more easily at the
changes that had been forced on her body. Looking down she was amazed to
see a true hourglass figure! Her body had become something entirely
different; she stood there completely smooth from her feet to her neck
encased in a single, shiny skin-tight black dress! The hobble dress had
forced her rubber legs almost completely together, so that even if she was
free she could barely move her feet a few inches at a time! The smooth
finish of all the layers she wore underneath meant that she had a fantasy
figure of total gloss black, no imperfections apart from the totally erect
nipples pushing out, sitting atop her stunning breasts.
She could not believe what she had become, and ran her hands over the
dolls body, feeling the tight corset that pulled the dolls waist into the
beautiful hourglass shape, the way the material of the dress was pulled
tight across her hips making her so completely smooth. She again felt the
rubber dildo that was pushed into the doll's vagina and started to excite
herself once more. The doll then felt around the back of her perfect body
and pushing at the butt plug forced so roughly into it's anus it felt
itself growing even more excited. Running its' rubber hands over its'
rubber body the doll loved the way it felt and wanted so much to see
itself in a mirror
Now complete, the doll was moved from the cubicle and back onto the
conveyor belt, this time there was no resistance, the doll was ready for
what came next and waited patiently like the rest. As it passed out of the
box room, there was another huge metal plate, polished to a mirror finish
and the doll was able to see itself in the mirror, complete for the first
time. It was amazed and looking in the mirror, ran its' rubber hands
through its' own hair, loving the short black cut and then ran its'
fingers over its' perfect face, marvelling at the look of its' features,
so perfect and inhumanly beautiful! Running its' hands down its' smooth,
black and stunning rubber figure the doll could imagine nothing else
better than being the toy of its' new owner, ready to play any games, and
have anything done to it.
The conveyor belt moved down towards the packing crates and a robot arm
picked up the dolls and carefully placed each one into a long black crate.
Each crate was filled with a human-form mould, so that the doll inside
could not move in transit. Curiously, if anyone took the time to look,
they would notice that each crate although tightly sealed had air holes,
as if something inside needed to breathe.
"Well there's another one for the market, and I gotta say that's the best
we've had so far! You deserve a bonus for getting that one to us." Said
the man looking over the production line from the office above.
"Always a pleasure to help my friends, and even more of a pleasure to
receive those lovely cheques", replied the woman, smiling down at the new
doll now being packed, "remember to make it out to: Mrs J. Bond. I have
to square my accounts you know?"

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Большое спасибо.

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Большое спасибо.

Да не за что. Я вообще с того сайта на пару метров рассказов содрал.
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Большое спасибо.

Да не за что. Я вообще с того сайта на пару метров рассказов содрал.
Могу по электронке скинуть.

Я его в своё время доблестно Regeto'm весь содрал. Но это года три назад было, часть засеялась. А из засявшейся части только этот рассказик жалко стало. Так что спасибо, пока не надо.